“Her Eyes are all Bloodshotty”

"No, its bloodshot" I corrected my little girl. "And what are you watching?"

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" She told me, but she was six, so she said the 're' in massacre more like a 'w'

"Turn that off." I said. "That's a bad movie." She listened and abruptly shut it off. I filed through the rummage to pull out a Disney Movie and popped it in. My daughter had rewound and left it in mid song so as soon as it started, she could jump up excitedly and start singing along.

Dorothy was so cute.

"Where's your mom, Dory?" I asked her and she told me in the bedroom.

I slowly opened a door expecting a bottle to be thrown towards my head and to shatter at the wall, I mean; Dory did say that her eyes were bloodshot

But it wasn't a hangover like I though, she was crying.

And that's when I remembered that Linda had a heart.

She was on her bed, facing away from the door, so I slowly crawled into bed.

She turned around and I saw her face smeared in makeup- that beautiful face

"What the hell do you want?" She asked

"Nothing. I.. I'm sorry was all I could say"

And she just glared at me with eyes that could burn through one hundred men

I stared down at my hands, my only tools I've used to make things better. It was weird, In every relationship I'd had, it had been my mind that destroyed everything.

So I used my hands and I rubbed Linda's temples

She wasn't heartless, never was and I should've seen that earlier

I should've seen that

But as I did this her face scrunched and she looked as if she was growing frustrated

"What are you doing?"

I never spoke when she asked those type of questions, I've always viewed them as somewhat rhetorical

I began to go under the blankets and rub her ankles; this always made her feel better

But her face stayed unphased.

So doing the final thing I could, I just lay and wrap my arms around her.

And under my arm, what seemed somewhat uncomfortably, she talked behind herself

She said "What the fuck are we supposed to do now Sam?

Answer me that question.

How are we supposed to function together?"

And like that, the tears flooded my eyes and I broke down and started crying. She looked down at me like a sad dog and I don't know whether it was compassion or pity, but she pulled me closer to her breasts. I settled on one of them, feeling a comfort spot through her t-shirt and kept crying and all she could say was "Sam…"

Until after the song ended,

There stood Dory in the doorway, done singing the Disney song, she just looked at me

I rose up to face her and she said "Now you're all bloodshot too"

She jumped up on the bed and attempted to hold us both. We immediately pulled her to the middle and I wiped my tears.

We held our little daughter together and everything felt okay for once

Derrick McCain

Weekly Prompt!!

Today is Wednesday so here is our first prompt (get it in by next Wednesday) ,

(all credit goes to Brian Kiteley)

Chaos Follows

Write a set of short scenes in which confusion or chaos follows a character, as if in his wake. The character does not cause this, knowingly or unknowingly, but disorder always happens after he has left a room, an intersection, or and elevator. This should not be magic. Imagine an exotic wake, but try to make these effects and aftereffects grow naturally out of the character your describing.

Thats the prompt for the week. Do what you please with it but keep in mind, that it should be a short story at best. I'm hoping to hear what you guys have to say on this topic soon. Get writing!

-Jake

A new Idea!!!

Hey guys,
I have recently purchased a book entitled The 3 A.M. Epiphany by Brian Kiteley (all credit goes to him).
This book contains a plethora of writing prompts and exercises. So guess what? Every Wednesday I will be posting a weekly prompt for those who need inspiration or just want to write a little something. It would really enjoy if everybody participated in the weekly prompt. Anyways, I will be posting the weekly prompt here in a few minutes.
Read it, write it, and post it in a new blog I will be creating called, WEEKLY PROMPTS.
When you post, state the prompt you are writing and then post what you wrote. By the end of the week, I think it will be really fun to read all the different ideas we all came up with.

Stay tuned to see the prompt (I will be posting it here in our main blog)

-Jake

Kayla!

is here now!
i've decided to follow you guys so i could possibly
start writing here to be heard by other people. different ones.
people that don't really read anything i write, i'm starting to get the feel of it again.

i'm trying to avoid reading to a bunch of stupid high school kids just like jake said!
so thank you for letting me join, guys!
i can't wait!

A Cigarette For Mr Morris

Derrick
The stars canopied Mr. Luis Morris as he exited the court room, dressed to impress in a pinstriped suit
He himself, was a mob boss responsible for the deaths of over two hundred people
He was like a hit man without dirty hands or a killer without a knife
And as he exited he paid the judge off the money he owed and decided it was a good day to walk.
In his shoe, he had a switchblade and inside of his blazer, he had a nine millimeter pistol, but today he wouldn't need them, he was on top of the world yet again.
He called up his right hand man Bates, Mr. Alex Bates and told him the good news
"That's good sir, but you're a notorious mob boss, you cant be about walking the streets" He said, but Mr. Luis Morris insisted, it was fine
Several Silver cards lined with a burgundy street circled the area, collecting pay and hurting people, Morris' Mafia, so he figured he'd be fine.
As he walked through the dark alleyways of New York, he began to realize people were lined up on fire escapes, sitting, watching him, this made him paranoid
Hesitant, he lit a cigarette.
Then he saw a boy, he looked like a newspaper boy from the 20's sitting there. He couldnt take it, he pulled the pistol and aimed "Come on! What are you looking at kid?!"
His finger was on the trigger, he'd kill a child.
Instead the boy got up and left and as Mr. Luis Morris went to turn back to the route he was walking, a punch connected to his face
Someone picked the cigarette out of his mouth, someone with a fedora and Morris aimed his gun
Unfortunately it was kicked out of his hands
But on the floor looking in an upwards direction, he saw one of his cars pull up and he began to feel wet
He couldn't piss himself, there was no way
Then he looked at the man running at him. It was his godsend, his right hand man, Mr. Bates
But he did not shoot the Morris' assailant, instead he crouched down and grabbed the cigarette from the man in the fedora
"Here's to you, Mr. Morris, one last ciggerete.
That is when he got up and walked away, throwing it behind him, the man in the fedora had fled
And thats when Mr. Luis Alexander Morris realized the moistness on his clothes indeed was not piss, it was gasoline.
He screamed as the traitor and his ally walked away and as the people viewed the small fire from thier fire escapes, they sickly felt justice was somewhat served

Jon Has....!!!

Started a Seperate blog for his big project,

It is called Meteor Fall

also...

Derrick also started one called The Barracks

yeah...

-Jake T. Edmunds

Derrick has...

Created a seperate project blog

Just getting that out there
It's called Living Lines

Check it out

-Jake